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The Maze
Walking wearily through mists of ebony
Dredging through pools of ivory shadows
Heat rises from the blood and the wounds
The sun sets behind all illusions of hope
Memories follow and then go as if ghosts
Until the path buckles and turns on itself
No forks in the road, no decisions to make
Just a cold corridor without direction or light
You fight off dreams, their voices unclear
Searching for music somewhere far away
Tripping and falling, forever again
Crying and swaddled in blankets of sludge
Trapped in a world that you sank into slow
Invisible to those who once knew your name
Dismissed as quickly by those you may pass
Handfuls of delusions slide down your throat
You plead for a hand, any warm hand to grab
And pull you out from the destruction and fear
Instead all you find is repulsion reflected in eyes
Of dismissal and whispers in sounds of mistrust
You sink past the bottom you thought you were at
And gag on the sanity you once held on to tight
No more demons, angels voices or music around
Only you, in a world shut down, Lost in the maze
I love your poems especially this one. It describes exactly how I feel. If you want you can look up mine but compared to yours mine don't look very good.